John and the boys teamed up with three other fathers and sons.  The dads started planning and meeting and getting lists together.  They loaded up two pickups and boats and headed off for 3 days in the wilderness.  Originally I had the idea of one person boating in with the little extras and the rest of us hiking in to the camp spot.  The dads got a hold of the idea and the girls were voted out and there was no hiking in to camp.  They went to Baker Lake on a Wednesday afternoon.  They boated in and at the last camp site, there was a couple heading out.  It was perfect for them. 
They set up two 8 men tents and an extremely large kitchen/camp stove.  They ate s'mores and biscuits over an open fire, had inner tubing wars (two tubes on one boat), went fishing (not catching), swimming (very cold), hiking, whittled sticks, chopped logs (mostly by Job), told stories, and generally were very manly.  A first was cooking hamburgers over an open fire on the grate provided. 
Apparently it worked great.  I asked them if they had photos, some they said.  I think about 10 photos.  The other dads and kids took some too. 



John et les garcons ont alles avec autres peres et fils pour faire du camping.
 Ils ont alles a Baker Lake.  Ils ont pris deux camion et deux bateau.  Quand ils ont arrives, il y a quelqu'un qui a quitter la place.  La place etait parfait.  Ils ont deux grands tentes pour 8 personne et un grand fourneau du camp.  Ils ont manges des biscuit et s'mores (c'est chocolate, biscuit et guimauves), fus de ski nautique, marches, scions du bois, dits des histories, fus des peches et tailles des baton au couteau.
Ils ont retournes chez nous vraiment fatigues en temps d'aller au cote d'Oregon le jour prochain.